Page 37 of The Lyon’s Paw

“I do.” Such a lovely sensation, lying against one another, their skin touching all over their bodies.

“Then let me show you the delights of making love.” Geoffrey kissed her lips, then trailed kisses down her neck, over her chest and onto…

“Oh, my!” She had to gasp as his lips closed over her nipple and his tongue flicked over the tip until it curled into a tight little point. Heat shot down to her toes and low in her belly something began to pulse.

“Do you like that, my love?” He paused only long enough to ask the question before returning to his task, switching to the other breast now.

“Oh, yes!” He could continue doing this for as long as he wished, however there were other things he might do, or so her aunt had told her. “This is lovely. But I think there is more?”

He grinned against her skin. “There is more, my dear. Much, much more. Would you like me to continue?” Suddenly the lips that enclosed her nipple sucked on it, making the pulse within her much stronger, and drawing from her a deep sigh.

“Yes, yes.”

“Open your legs, Diana.” He laid his hand on her knee, pulling her away from that wonderful heat and pulse, and snapping her back to the present.

“What?” Her cheeks heated furiously, even though this was what her aunt had told her would happen.

“Relax, my dear. This won’t hurt in the least.” Geoffrey stroked the seam between her legs, almost to the apex where her thatch of curls lay.

But he said this wasn’t going to hurt. And she trusted him. He wouldn’t lie to her. Trembling a little, she forced herself to relax and spread her legs slightly.

His hand slid slowly upward until it stroked her curls lightly, renewing the pulse deep within her. He swirled his fingers through the coils until he located a little nub nestled there. Stroking around the nub he began a rhythm that matched that of the pulses, gaining in intensity as he worked the tender flesh.

Not knowing what to do, Diana opened herself even wider to him, hoping to encourage the deep pulsations that made the tension within herself rising. When he engulfed her nipple again and sucked at the exact moment he pressed gently on the nub, Diana saw stars. Bursts of heat exploded deep within her as she moaned, her hips rising and falling in time with the surges.

At last, everything subsided, her body resting as she breathed heavily, trying to calm her heart now beating harder than a drummer during battle. She looked up at Geoffrey. “What…happened?”

“Did you feel a burst deep within you?”

She nodded.

“Did it feel good?”

“Oh, yes. Yes, it did.” Nothing had ever felt so good in her life.

“Then I gave you the ultimate pleasure.” He kissed her mouth, lingering until Diana began to feel tendrils of warmth forming again within her. “The pinnacle of the act of lovemaking that we will always aspire to.”

“Did you feel it too?” She searched his face for signs of the same pleasure.

“No, not that time.” Geoffrey raised himself over top of her. “But the next time I am certain I will reach that peak along with you.”

“We’re going to do it again? Now?” Being married was much more fun than she’d anticipated.

“Yes, right now.” He chuckled. “Although this time will be different for you. This time it will hurt, but only briefly, I hope.” Beneath the covers he pressed her legs open again and suddenly the large, hot part of him prodded at her opening.

Urgent doubts about the wisdom of doing this rose immediately. “I don’t think—”

“Do you wish me to stop, Diana?” His voice was low, with tension so sharp it almost crackled. “If you do not want to continue, I can stop.” Sweat had popped out on his brow. “But I must know now. My control over myself has its limits. Especially where you are concerned.”

“No.” She could do this. Deep down she wanted to do this. She wouldn’t allow fear of a little pain to keep them from completing the marriage act. “Go on. I want you to.” She pushed his hair off his sweaty brow. “I swear it.”

With a groan he sank his mouth onto hers, taking her breath with the intensity of the kiss. Then he raised up, adjusted himself until his member pressed snugly against her, and thrust forward.

The pain was sharp, like the prick of a splinter but much greater, followed by a burning sensation that was even more unpleasant. Diana gasped, then grunted as he continued forward, stretching and filling her in a most unexpected way.

At last he stopped, panting hoarsely in her ear. “Are you all right?”

She didn’t quite know how to answer that. Her nether regions ached and the fact that he was actually inside her was too strange to think about. Slowly, she nodded. “I think so.”